Once the joy of the tinkling bells had worn off I looked towards the end of the isle. Mum and dad weren’t there
It wasn’t fair, they could walk fast or slow. Slow was the only speed I could walk. Slow or running. They always walked fast, I had to run, whizzing passed so many fascinating things. I’d only taken a moment to listen to the bells while mum and dad wandered off.
I ran to the end of the isle, glancing both ways then looked down every isle. From a safe distance, I even checked the escalators. No mum, dad or brothers. I hadn’t got lost. I know where I am. They are lost. Welling tears were barely held by remembering mums’ instructions
‘what to do when you are lost’
stay in the last place that you saw mum, dad, your brothers or school teacher
do not talk to strangers
talk to a policeman and they will help you find mum and dad
Standing by the silent bells, soggy red-faced, I wondered if mum and dad were also staying in the last place they saw me, not talking to strangers. People were watching me and talking to each other. A lady bent down and asked if I was alright. I tried so very hard to follow rule 2, not talking to this stranger. It tooks seconds for me to fail. Mucus spluttered
I’ve lost my mummy!
Why did everyone seem so calm? Why weren’t they crying too? My friends and I always cried together. Maybe these strangers were going to take me away to an orphanage and I’d never see mum and dad again. The lady leant forward to grab me. I scrambled out of her reach towards the bells, crying louder in the hope that someone would join in.
Wearing her angry face, Mum appeared at the end of the isle to rescue me. When angry, she walks faster. I ran all the way home trying to slow mum by singing I want to hold your hand.